The craftsman began treading forward through the glowing room. With his belly full of soft moss and bitter toad stool he still found his satisfaction out of reach. His throat felt parched, dry and thirsty from his feeding. He knew that there was a small spring within the grazing chamber, but he decided he wanted to have a reason to explore a little more. Hearing the words of others about the several chambers he had never seen. The stallion guided himself through the passages until crossing to the sanctuary towards the entrance to the Wall of History. His ears pressed forward as he crept towards the rigid doorway. He had heard so much about this place and excitement swelled within his chest, quickening the pace started within his legs, and a eagerness tipping his head forward.

As he began advancing to the framework of the passage, a sudden roaring in the distance drowned his ears. Suddenly curiousness pricked at his mind, a gleam falling over his icy orbs as he turned and pressed his ears towards the haunting drop of water. That was where he would satisfy his thirst, perhaps later he would visit these strange painted walls that revealed the Helovian past. Leading through a stone passage he found himself upon a shore where a river gently flowed by. Farenjer squinted as he looked upon the peculiar light that filled the corner, and where the loud thundering sound of a waterfall poured into the cave grounds. Icy orbs raking along a gushing fall. "Its been a long time since I've seen any waterfalls." A udder whisper left his lips as he looked upon it in awe. It was mind-blowing to think of how nature could work its ways along the realms. But never before had he seen nature put something together like this. The unicorn crept closer to the shore of the sluggish flowing springs. His head drooping to his ankles and he began to lap at the water. Satisfying cool liquids filled his throat as he took his drink. Moments more he lifted his head calmly and excited eyes rested upon the fall as it continued to run down the cave's side. Small drops of refreshing water dripped from his lips upon the stone floor and his posture changed for him to lean on his side. In silence, the stallion observed the beauty of nature at one of its loveliest.